Nightmare Poem by Nirmita Roy
Nightmare
I am growing old,
My skin is sagged
And hair is white
I don't know where to hide
as I shook my head
What happened? said my maid
I looked at the mirror
And saw I am still young
I just had a nightmare very long
- Nirmita Roy
Nice one, dear poet, Nirmita. Passionate and expressive. Top score.
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4/25/2024 1:50:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written........go on.......thank u....